After spending a lot of time listening to indie music I decided that it just wasn’t enough. There had to be more to it. Indie people just look awesome. Listening to indie music hasn’t made me look awesome. I needed a friend to help me out of this crisis and I quickly contacted Google.
Apparently being indie doesn’t involve doing a lot of stuff. The thing I am supposed to do, however, I haven’t been doing at all. This is a bit embarrassing. First of all, you’re not even supposed to mention the word indie. Whoops! At one point I was even attacking my surrounding with my creatively invented “indie bumps” It’s pretty easy to do. Basically, you just scream 'Indie bump' and bump different body parts. I’ll spare you the details. Actually, in the light of this discovery, making this blog was major whoops. Instead I’m just going to take this to the next level and say that I’m so indie that I don’t care if this isn’t indie at all. Except I can’t literally say this to people because of the above. Instead of randomly screaming “indie” I should have been name dropping all sorts of indie bands and stuff. I’ll keep that in mind. The word will never again slip from my lips.
Also, playing some sort of instrument should help. Unless playing children songs with the recorder will cut it, I suppose this means I have to begin playing my guitar again. I’ve probably even ditched my recorder. Too many bad memories.
In addition, I should probably dress more indie. I need more flannel and ironic tees. I am currently wearing the same flannel shirt seven days a week. It’ll do for now but someday people might start to notice. I should probably act soon. My most ironic T-Shirt would be my Star Wars T-shirt. This might not sound ironic to you but when I tell you that I’ve only seen the movies a couple of times it probably helps the case. Besides trying to be indie I am also trying to be a geek. Being a geek is actually quite demanding. When I’ve become indie, I will begin project Indie Geek.
This leaves me with the feeling of wanting to grow a beard.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Improving Life
If the title scared you in any way I am deeply sorry. I am not trying to convert you into Christianity or something like that. This is even bigger. There are ways to improve your life significantly without spending any money or joining a sect. It is easier too. Personally, I have no idea where to find a sect that would let me join.
In one of my endless Google sessions I decided to type ‘free indie music’. I have no idea why I didn’t try that before. And there, my friends, it was; a website which sole purpose was to give indie music away for free. Besides the part about being free the great thing is that I don’t have to think about the indie factor because the site says ‘indie’. Obviously it has to be indie. Because of my humanity and awesomeness I will of course give you this address. I am aware that if you are cooler than me, you probably already know it and won’t need this link, but if anybody reading this is just as uncool as me or maybe even (dare I hope) more uncool than me here it is.
http://freeindie.com/
I still have wet dreams about finding a site that collects every cool indie song the artists give away for free and I won’t stop my Google searchs until I have reached my dream.
In one of my endless Google sessions I decided to type ‘free indie music’. I have no idea why I didn’t try that before. And there, my friends, it was; a website which sole purpose was to give indie music away for free. Besides the part about being free the great thing is that I don’t have to think about the indie factor because the site says ‘indie’. Obviously it has to be indie. Because of my humanity and awesomeness I will of course give you this address. I am aware that if you are cooler than me, you probably already know it and won’t need this link, but if anybody reading this is just as uncool as me or maybe even (dare I hope) more uncool than me here it is.
http://freeindie.com/
I still have wet dreams about finding a site that collects every cool indie song the artists give away for free and I won’t stop my Google searchs until I have reached my dream.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Michael Bublé
A couple of friends of mine have recently tried to make me listen to some dude named Michael Bublé. Actually they almost forced me. Good thing that I have such great will power. Like Rasmus Seebach, I hate him too. To be honest, I don’t really know that much about him. The things I do know I obviously don’t like. The first thing I learned was that he’s made a cover version of Feeling Good which Muse also did. Muse were probably first. Anyway, I won’t accept it if they weren’t. I’ve also Googled him and I can’t say that I like what I saw. Yuck, he looks like a cream puff stuffed in a suit. When I asked my friends what kind of songs he made, they told me that he pretty much just does covers. I’m missing the good parts about this one. Anyway, since I have yet to listen to a full song he’s made… or covered, I figured I’d let them choose three songs for me to review.
Both friends agreed that his cover of Feeling Good was one of the best songs he’s done, so naturally, this would be the first song I should review. This song in particularly suffers from my prejudiced mind because of the Muse thing. I did some wiki research and the song has basically been covered more times than I can count. I actually had no idea that Eels covered it too. Look at that.
During the entire first verse of the song my face was fixed in a pout. It’s sad to see how he can completely strip the song from emotions when the lyrics are quite strong. I simply don’t understand how he can sing the song so tight when it’s about the complete opposite. I’m wondering if his is always this dull and without any surprising moments. Yeah, I miss Muse. I also hate that little sound he makes before he starts to sing the actual lyrics. However, I must admit that I quite like that stiff walking he does at times. I don’t know why. My friends both argue that the real experience is to watch him perform since that is what he is; a performer. Aside from the funny stiff walking I find the entire performance quite stripped from anything entertaining. The suit, his voice, his face, his hair. My final verdict is that it was incredible dull. I didn’t feel like barfing, though, which I expected.
Next song up is Fever. The story is pretty much the same. It has also been covered by numerous artists. Pussycat Dolls covered both this and Feeling Good. I’m beginning to see a connection.
This song is definitely better than Feeling Good. In my opinion he should completely stay off the high notes when he sings. He just can’t handle those. If he would do that you would almost fail to notice how superficial his performances are. Also, I can’t help but wonder what he would rate himself in sexiness on a scale from 1 to 10. 12 I bet.
All the musicians were probably a good idea. I did spot a couple of them who were rather good looking.
I told my friends that at least one of the songs they chose Bublé should have written himself. Apparently no such thing exists, thus we have to settle with co-written. I found a lyrics version so we can all sing along. It’s going to be super fun!
This is exactly that kind of song you can’t help but to make fun of. Even though I’m sitting alone I’m swaying from side to side, putting a hand on my heart and pointing at nothing when he sings ‘you’. I was right, this is super fun! Let’s be honest. This is not a good song. It’s even more boring than his version of Feeling Good. But it’s pretty easy to sing along to. In some way it reminds me of Westlife, just worse. I would love to say something of great importance at this point but I really can’t. I think he might be at substitute for the boy bands that have failed to deliver in this century. It’s boring, cheesy (not in a good way like Snow Patrol), way too try-hard, and boring. Did I say that already?
To close this in a proper way I think we should all dwell in the beautiful cover Muse did of Feeling Good. Look at that passion. That’s soo hot.
Both friends agreed that his cover of Feeling Good was one of the best songs he’s done, so naturally, this would be the first song I should review. This song in particularly suffers from my prejudiced mind because of the Muse thing. I did some wiki research and the song has basically been covered more times than I can count. I actually had no idea that Eels covered it too. Look at that.
During the entire first verse of the song my face was fixed in a pout. It’s sad to see how he can completely strip the song from emotions when the lyrics are quite strong. I simply don’t understand how he can sing the song so tight when it’s about the complete opposite. I’m wondering if his is always this dull and without any surprising moments. Yeah, I miss Muse. I also hate that little sound he makes before he starts to sing the actual lyrics. However, I must admit that I quite like that stiff walking he does at times. I don’t know why. My friends both argue that the real experience is to watch him perform since that is what he is; a performer. Aside from the funny stiff walking I find the entire performance quite stripped from anything entertaining. The suit, his voice, his face, his hair. My final verdict is that it was incredible dull. I didn’t feel like barfing, though, which I expected.
Next song up is Fever. The story is pretty much the same. It has also been covered by numerous artists. Pussycat Dolls covered both this and Feeling Good. I’m beginning to see a connection.
This song is definitely better than Feeling Good. In my opinion he should completely stay off the high notes when he sings. He just can’t handle those. If he would do that you would almost fail to notice how superficial his performances are. Also, I can’t help but wonder what he would rate himself in sexiness on a scale from 1 to 10. 12 I bet.
All the musicians were probably a good idea. I did spot a couple of them who were rather good looking.
I told my friends that at least one of the songs they chose Bublé should have written himself. Apparently no such thing exists, thus we have to settle with co-written. I found a lyrics version so we can all sing along. It’s going to be super fun!
This is exactly that kind of song you can’t help but to make fun of. Even though I’m sitting alone I’m swaying from side to side, putting a hand on my heart and pointing at nothing when he sings ‘you’. I was right, this is super fun! Let’s be honest. This is not a good song. It’s even more boring than his version of Feeling Good. But it’s pretty easy to sing along to. In some way it reminds me of Westlife, just worse. I would love to say something of great importance at this point but I really can’t. I think he might be at substitute for the boy bands that have failed to deliver in this century. It’s boring, cheesy (not in a good way like Snow Patrol), way too try-hard, and boring. Did I say that already?
To close this in a proper way I think we should all dwell in the beautiful cover Muse did of Feeling Good. Look at that passion. That’s soo hot.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Indie Proof
Just the other day one of my friends decided that she needed to update her music library. She is probably the only one who actually listens with at least some attention when I get started about the new bands I find. Other friends have responded with equal hate towards the music I listen to just because I hate their music. I don’t get it. Well, back to the story. Since sharing music files is illegal I of course didn’t know anything of her dirty plans with her little innocent looking USB when she showed up. She even brought some candy and Coca Cola – which is a major weakness of mine. Put a Coca Cola in front of me and I’ll probably do almost anything. But not if it’s illegal of course, so don’t think I in any way gave her the music for free. Here’s how it went down…
Pretty soon after she arrived smiling and deceiving and I welcomed her into my home, or my parents’ home if you must, she placed the bait in my room where I was stupid enough to leave the key in the keyhole. As I foolishly stared at the bait while drooling she pulled a robe from her bag and attacked me while I was at my weakest. In a matter of seconds she had tied me up and blindfolded me. Because it happened this fast, I had no time to react and defend myself. Alright, it may have been more than a couple seconds. Minutes maybe. Or half an hour. But the point is that I was betrayed and placed too far away from the bait to actually reach it while tied up. She then took my laptop and locked the door behind me. There I was, while she filled her filthy little USB with all the cool indie music I had spend so much time collecting. When she was done, she had collected 700 tracks. What do I know; she probably took it all and won’t own up to it.
Almost forgot the point of this story. I read on Urban Dictionary that you can only learn how to be indie from someone cooler than yourself. I find this story an actual proof that I’m her cool indie friend. I should probably have called the police or something but the truth is that she is my only hope of not going to concerts by myself. Anyway, I’ll let this one slip.
Menomena are my future favorite band. Do I actually have to know their music in order to call them that?
Pretty soon after she arrived smiling and deceiving and I welcomed her into my home, or my parents’ home if you must, she placed the bait in my room where I was stupid enough to leave the key in the keyhole. As I foolishly stared at the bait while drooling she pulled a robe from her bag and attacked me while I was at my weakest. In a matter of seconds she had tied me up and blindfolded me. Because it happened this fast, I had no time to react and defend myself. Alright, it may have been more than a couple seconds. Minutes maybe. Or half an hour. But the point is that I was betrayed and placed too far away from the bait to actually reach it while tied up. She then took my laptop and locked the door behind me. There I was, while she filled her filthy little USB with all the cool indie music I had spend so much time collecting. When she was done, she had collected 700 tracks. What do I know; she probably took it all and won’t own up to it.
Almost forgot the point of this story. I read on Urban Dictionary that you can only learn how to be indie from someone cooler than yourself. I find this story an actual proof that I’m her cool indie friend. I should probably have called the police or something but the truth is that she is my only hope of not going to concerts by myself. Anyway, I’ll let this one slip.
Menomena are my future favorite band. Do I actually have to know their music in order to call them that?
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Guilty Pleasures
Even though I try really hard and sincere to be indie, I do have a couple of guilty pleasures I should probably let go. I just keep putting it off. I figured that I might as well share it with everyone.
My first guilty pleasure would be Snow Patrol. Let’s face it, they aren’t really cool. Some of the songs are so simple that I’m even able to play them on my guitar which says a lot, I guess. The lyrics are also a bit cheesy, I’ll admit. The funny thing is that I normally despise anything cheesy. I do everything in my power to avoid sentimental situations where there’s a chance that I’ll have to say something, you know, nice to someone. I think it’s that gorgeous voice of his. Gary Lightbody, you know. That deep softness makes my body melt every single time. It also makes me shout out my lungs each time. On top of that, is it just me or is he kind of hot? I know he’s kind of old and stuff. And maybe no Brad Pitt, but he has something, right?
Another guilty pleasure of mine is that I literally have an obsession with Muse. I know that Muse aren’t really a guilty pleasure but the thing is that I kind of have every single song they’ve ever made. They are probably the band that takes up most space in my iTunes. My friends are also quite impressed/scared when the snoop around in my impeccable music library. But I feel like Muse and I could be really good friends if I ever found a way to break in backstage when they’ve performed. Besides, they were the first band I literally became obsessed with. Don’t we all remember our first obsession? The way I learned of their music is probably the most embarrassing thing. I’m not going to tell you every detail but it has something to do with a certain teen movie. Alright, I’ll say it. It’s Twilight. But doesn’t the fact that I learned about them from a friend who learned about them from Twilight makes it just slightly less embarrassing? Anyway, that’s what I tell myself.
The last guilty pleasure I’ll tell you about is called Me My Head. Actually this isn’t some embarrassing mainstream thing. At least I don’t think so. The reason I categorize this as guilty pleasure is the lyrics. I find them a bit teenageish and even though I still am a teenager I constantly try to trick everyone into thinking that I’m older.
That’s pretty much the guilty pleasures that I’ll own up to having. For instance, I would never admit that I have the new Twilight soundtrack. I’m way too cool to do that.
My first guilty pleasure would be Snow Patrol. Let’s face it, they aren’t really cool. Some of the songs are so simple that I’m even able to play them on my guitar which says a lot, I guess. The lyrics are also a bit cheesy, I’ll admit. The funny thing is that I normally despise anything cheesy. I do everything in my power to avoid sentimental situations where there’s a chance that I’ll have to say something, you know, nice to someone. I think it’s that gorgeous voice of his. Gary Lightbody, you know. That deep softness makes my body melt every single time. It also makes me shout out my lungs each time. On top of that, is it just me or is he kind of hot? I know he’s kind of old and stuff. And maybe no Brad Pitt, but he has something, right?
Another guilty pleasure of mine is that I literally have an obsession with Muse. I know that Muse aren’t really a guilty pleasure but the thing is that I kind of have every single song they’ve ever made. They are probably the band that takes up most space in my iTunes. My friends are also quite impressed/scared when the snoop around in my impeccable music library. But I feel like Muse and I could be really good friends if I ever found a way to break in backstage when they’ve performed. Besides, they were the first band I literally became obsessed with. Don’t we all remember our first obsession? The way I learned of their music is probably the most embarrassing thing. I’m not going to tell you every detail but it has something to do with a certain teen movie. Alright, I’ll say it. It’s Twilight. But doesn’t the fact that I learned about them from a friend who learned about them from Twilight makes it just slightly less embarrassing? Anyway, that’s what I tell myself.
The last guilty pleasure I’ll tell you about is called Me My Head. Actually this isn’t some embarrassing mainstream thing. At least I don’t think so. The reason I categorize this as guilty pleasure is the lyrics. I find them a bit teenageish and even though I still am a teenager I constantly try to trick everyone into thinking that I’m older.
That’s pretty much the guilty pleasures that I’ll own up to having. For instance, I would never admit that I have the new Twilight soundtrack. I’m way too cool to do that.
Revelation
I guess it started last Christmas. Before I was happily living in the shallow world often referred to as mainstream, but I'm convinced that I've always been an indie deep down. My knowledge in music went no further than what the radio played. And it wasn't even one of the cooler radio stations, no, it was the probably the worst radio station in Denmark. When you try to avoid mainstream, that is. The same radio station now plays every single song Rasmus Seebach has ever made which brings me to tears. You will probably learn more of my profound hate to him in my later posts.
The problem is that once you step out of the mainstream world there's just no going back. I think it reminds me of some fairy tale but I can't remember which. Instead of being miserable caught between the mainstream and the indie world I decided to go all the way. To do this I of course needed to figure out what it exactly meant to be indie. On Urban Dictionary, which everybody knows is a very reliable source of information, I learned that apparently the most important thing is to think that you are way cooler than everybody around you. And let them know of course. That I should be able to do! An other definition said that you are unable to talk to anybody about your music. Since I have been trying to be indie since Christmas I have already experienced this in a mild degree. But this may also have something to do with me not having any cool friends. If any of you read this, I am so so sorry! Oh, who am I kidding. I probably don't have any friends.
I should probably tell you about some of the non-mainstream things I've been up to lately. Obviously I've been stuffing my iPod with all the cheap indie music i could find. By the way, I got my iPod last Christmas which kind of started this desire. I also attended a festival and since then kind of stopped showering - that's indie, right? I mean, everyone I know showers regularly. Because I kind of live in the dead end of Denmark the concert facilities aren't too good and I'll rather spend my money on Coca Cola than use them on travelling across the country. Shit, that's so mainstream! I'll work on that. Promise. I did see a couple of bands live, though.
Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing; I'm unemployed. To me that sounds so indie! It definitely doesn't make me sound like a loser, that's for sure.
But basically, this blog is my attempt to become a cool indie kid. I know that you probably think that it'll take years after reading this, but that's okay, I can live with that. Oh, and by the way, I'll probably also try to trick you into thinking the music I listen to is way too cool. Actually I'll get started on that one right away.
This is Troels Abrahamsen. I secretly want to marry him even though he already is married and not really the normal target of teenage obsession.
The problem is that once you step out of the mainstream world there's just no going back. I think it reminds me of some fairy tale but I can't remember which. Instead of being miserable caught between the mainstream and the indie world I decided to go all the way. To do this I of course needed to figure out what it exactly meant to be indie. On Urban Dictionary, which everybody knows is a very reliable source of information, I learned that apparently the most important thing is to think that you are way cooler than everybody around you. And let them know of course. That I should be able to do! An other definition said that you are unable to talk to anybody about your music. Since I have been trying to be indie since Christmas I have already experienced this in a mild degree. But this may also have something to do with me not having any cool friends. If any of you read this, I am so so sorry! Oh, who am I kidding. I probably don't have any friends.
I should probably tell you about some of the non-mainstream things I've been up to lately. Obviously I've been stuffing my iPod with all the cheap indie music i could find. By the way, I got my iPod last Christmas which kind of started this desire. I also attended a festival and since then kind of stopped showering - that's indie, right? I mean, everyone I know showers regularly. Because I kind of live in the dead end of Denmark the concert facilities aren't too good and I'll rather spend my money on Coca Cola than use them on travelling across the country. Shit, that's so mainstream! I'll work on that. Promise. I did see a couple of bands live, though.
Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing; I'm unemployed. To me that sounds so indie! It definitely doesn't make me sound like a loser, that's for sure.
But basically, this blog is my attempt to become a cool indie kid. I know that you probably think that it'll take years after reading this, but that's okay, I can live with that. Oh, and by the way, I'll probably also try to trick you into thinking the music I listen to is way too cool. Actually I'll get started on that one right away.
This is Troels Abrahamsen. I secretly want to marry him even though he already is married and not really the normal target of teenage obsession.
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